#riyo duale

[xilo-core]

Have these little podcasts fellows for your travels

[lonely-dog-draws]

random Eskew portraits + a doodle

[3584-tropical-fish]

Last day! Thank you for running this @podcastgirlsweek !! It was very fun :)

Free space!

Just a doodle page of some of my faves that I spent far too much time on for a doodle page, but I like it

[the-land-of-dreams]

guys who are in fucking eskew

[mourningmaybells]

I am in Eskew / Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me

[catorikishin]

Canonically sad wet cat of a man

[lorientours]

I am obsessed with the logistics of David coming to Eskew. like where did he learn Eskovian? how did he get an apartment? How did he get a lease? He’s like 19-20 ish and never mentions his prior employment, so does he have qualifications? How’d he write a resume? Get immigration papers? Did he even have clothes with him?

Like I know the answer to a lot of these is probably “shit just happens in a slightly creepy way/ he doesn’t remember” bc. You know. Eskew. But also I think that language learning David could be weirdly profound

in the early eps it sounds like favid exclusively talks in eskovian to everyone else and i really wish jon kept thst detail. does riyo know eskovian

[sashketter]

Pabu’s great, but I think Pantora might be the safest place for the clones. If Chairman Papanoida is still around, then they’re well protected between Senator Riyo Clone Rights Chuchi and the Papa(noida) who single-handedly bested Greedo and saved one of his daughters while dual wielding gold blasters. The clones would love a competent leader like Notluwiski No One Kidnaps My Daughters Papanoida.

[haveyouheardthispodcast]

propaganda under the cut

David Ward is trapped in Depression City and has to try to get out after living there for several years. Riyo, a P.I. in London is hired by David’s mother to find him and starts unraveling the conspiracy around Eskew. It’s an incredibly moving look at both urban design and how depression, isolation, and trauma can keep you trapped. If you’ve ever been dealing with a mental illness and thought “Oh god, I’m just permanently broken, I’m going to be like this forever” this is the podcast for you. Also it’s quite funny at times

I am in Eskew is my favourite podcast of all time, but it is very hard to recommend to people. If you like horror, I cannot reccomend it highly enough. It is also made by the people who made the Silt Verses, though I am in Eskew came first. The podcast follows David Ward in his day-to-day existence in the city of Eskew, a constantly changing city filled with horrors that both loves and hates him in equal measure, and Riyo Duale, the woman hired to find him. Each episode functions as a standalone horror story, building up to a larger plot. Please read the trigger warnings on the episodes if you decide to listen, they are there for a reason. All that being said though, I am in Eskew taps into what I enjoy about horror- slow burn horror that sticks with you. If you liked the Magnus Archives or the Silt Verses (or honestly if you liked Red Valley, though I think that link is a bit more tenuous), I think you might also enjoy I am in Eskew.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 24

Lost Kingdoms

Rating: T (rating varies by chapter; mature content will be tagged; regardless of rating, minors DNI)

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings and tags: weapons; language; angst; minor spoilers for upcoming "Boil & Trouble" chapter.

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Summary: News arrives from an unexpected source.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings, "Double, Double Boil and Trouble" (part 2 here) and "Do It Again," but all the fics can be read as stand-alones.

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In this hollow valley

This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

The second Cerra drew her blaster, every clone in the garage followed suit—except Rex. The newcomer’s face twisted contemptuously. He leaned casually against the door jamb, arms crossed over his chest, not making a move for the dual blasters holstered to his thighs.

 “Nice to see you, too, Cerra,” he said. 

“Stand down,” Rex commanded.

Cerra growled. “How the hell did he find us?”

“I told him we were here,” Rex replied. 

“What the kriff?” she asked, shocked. “You?” 

“I’m as surprised as you are, trust me,” Rex said. “But he said he had urgent intel. Now stand down. That’s an order.”

The rest of the clones lowered their blasters, but Cerra refused, clenching her jaw stubbornly as she kept her weapon aimed at the intruder. Her pulse hammered, adrenaline coursing through her veins. 

“Didn’t realize you needed an attack dog, Rex,” the clone said.

“Who says this is about Rex?” Cerra snarled. “I’ll blast you just for my own satisfaction.” 

“Same old Cerra,” the clone said. “You’re loyal, I’ll give you that.”

Rex reached out and rested his hand gently on Cerra’s shoulder until at last she complied and holstered her blaster. Gregor and the rest of the clones stared alternately between Cerra and the newcomer, confused and unsure of the situation but trusting Rex’s orders.

“What’s going on?” Fireball asked. “Who is this?”

“GAR’s biggest dickhole,” Cerra replied.

Rex sighed. “Everyone, this is Captain Hart.”

Judging by the blank expressions on the clones’ faces, the name meant nothing to any of them—except Nemec, whose eyebrows shot up. “The Captain Hart? I thought you were just a myth the shinies made up to give themselves hope after their first battle.”

“Oh, I’m real.” Hart glanced around the garage. “Quite the operation you have here, Rex, old man. Aren’t you worried a repair shop full of clone troopers is going to attract attention?”

“This deep in the lower levels?” Cerra asked. “Nobody cares what happens down here.”

“You might be surprised,” Hart replied, sauntering closer to the group. “I’ve stayed off the scopes of the Empire and the Republic for a long time, and I didn’t do it by being this careless or stupid.”

“You always this charmin’?” Gregor asked, arching an eyebrow.

“This is him at his most charming,” Cerra cut in. 

“Why are you here, Hart?” Rex asked. “You’re making me regret agreeing to this meeting.”

“Hospitable crowd,” Hart replied sardonically.

“You got a bounty on your head yet?” Cerra asked, quickly running out of patience. “I could use the credits.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” he shrugged. “You definitely do, though. Congratulations, Cerra. You’re wanted for murder and treason.”

Shocked silence descended abruptly on the garage as every gaze snapped toward Hart. Cerra’s breath stuttered to a halt, her mouth feeling suddenly very dry.

“What are you talking about?” Rex demanded. “Where did you learn that?”

“Got a lead on a new agency—Imperial Security Bureau, they’re calling it,” Hart replied. “Doesn’t matter how I know, and I’m not revealing my source, so don’t bother asking. They sent me this.”

He tossed a datachip to Rex, who plugged it into the holotable. A datafile flickered into view. Cerra stared into a hologram of her own face, accompanied by a brief but damning wall of text.

IMPERIAL SECURITY BUREAU Case #21118378 Suspect Identification Name: CERRA KILIAN Chain Code: NONE Occupation: SOLDIER - DESERTED Wanted for: MURDER; TERRORISM; TREASON Status: AT LARGE Criminal Profile Criminal Activity:  Abandonment of post; murder of Imperial officer; impersonation of an Imperial officer; destruction of Imperial property; theft of Imperial property; aiding and abetting a Jedi fugitive; seditious activities; spice running Arrest Record: ISB #4212187 - DAIYU Known Associates:  Admiral (retired) Shoan Kilian - uncle, estranged (see interrogation record #57047195) CT-7567, Clone Captain "Rex" - DECEASED (disputed, see casefile #5127066) CT-5555, ARC Trooper "Fives" - DECEASED CT-5385, Clone Trooper "Tup" - DECEASED CT-5597, ARC Trooper "Jesse" - DECEASED CT -6116, Clone Medic "Kix" - MISSING IN ACTION Remarks:  Suspect has extensive combat training and experience. Consider armed and extremely dangerous. Escaped custody after killing an ISB interrogating officer and stealing an Imperial shuttle. Linked to suspected terrorist organization - if possible, apprehend alive for further interrogation. Current Location: UNKNOWN

Cerra’s heart stood still as she read “Shoan Kilian - uncle, estranged (see interrogation record #57047195).” Please, Maker, no. She couldn’t bear the thought of Shoan being subjected to the ISB’s interrogation methods. He was a tough old man, but for kriff’s sake, he’d suffered enough.

“Not a half-bad holo of me,” she said with a forced laugh. “You know, for being taken in a holding cell.”

“Karabast,” Rex said grimly. “I guess this confirms our intel about the secret intelligence agency.”

“Oh, I got confirmation firsthand,” Cerra replied, gesturing toward her bruised, battered face. “Just hadn’t had a chance to tell you yet.”

“Anything in that datafile true?” Hart asked.

The group fell silent as they all turned to Cerra, awaiting her response.

“They’re half right,” she replied uneasily. “It’s not murder when it’s self-defense, though I doubt the Empire would agree. Can’t say they’re wrong about the treason part, though.”

“And the rest?” Hart pressed. “Terrorism? The Jedi?”

“No idea what they’re talking about,” she lied. “Making kark up for propaganda.”

“What propaganda?” Hart demanded. “This is an internal ISB datafile. Nobody is supposed to see it.”

“I don’t kriffin’ know,” she snapped. “Maybe they think I’m someone else. Or maybe somebody with a grudge is finding a way to justify the resources to hunt me down. Or—or—I don’t kriffin’ know!”

No way in hell was she revealing to Hart what Yularen had told her about Ahsoka Tano. Rex might trust him—Maker alone knew why after the shit Hart had pulled—but Cerra wasn’t taking a chance. Particularly not before she told Rex; he’d been close to the young Jedi, and he would want to know she had survived the carnage of Order 66. How the hell did everything fall apart so quickly? What the kriff am I supposed to do now?

“It doesn’t matter. The question we should be asking is what we’re going to do about it,” Rex said, as if he’d read her mind.

Cerra licked her dry, chapped lips as she considered. Rex was right. This changed things. With the ISB hunting her, she’d be putting the rest of the team at risk if she stayed at the garage. They couldn’t take that kind of heat. Her heart gave a painfully hard thump as she realized what this meant.

“It’s not like this is a surprise,” Gregor said, meeting Cerra’s eyes. “The Empire was never going to just let you walk away. Besides, you’ve been wanted for years.”

“This is different,” she argued. “Nobody was that interested in tracking down a nat-born deserter. But with these charges? They’re interested now.”

“They’re offering a bounty,” Hart interjected. “Sixty thousand credits.”

“Fierfek,” Nemec muttered.

“We can handle a bounty hunter or two,” Gregor said.

“It’s not going to be that easy, and you know it,” Cerra replied. 

“There are options,” Hart said quietly, and if Cerra hadn’t known what an absolute dickbag he was, she would have thought his voice held a sympathetic note.

Nemec jerked his head toward Hart, his eyes growing hard. Cerra forced herself to keep her breath at an even pace even as her palms grew damp and her heart raced so fast she could hear it thundering in her head. She fought down the rising tide of panic as she silently ordered herself to hold it together. 

“No.” Rex’s voice was firm. “Not a chance.”

“Hart is right,” Cerra said hollowly. “I’m endangering everyone else by staying.”

Her eyes stung and her vision blurred. She inhaled carefully through her nose to try to force the tears back down.

“Cerra?” Fireball stared at her, distress and confusion in his eyes. “What are you saying?”

She turned to Rex, her eyes begging him to give the explanation that she couldn’t bring herself to speak aloud.

“Hart has… connections,” Rex said slowly. “He’s been helping clones disappear from the GAR and the Empire for years.”

“What do you mean, ‘disappear’?” Gregor asked. “Go AWOL like us?”

“Not exactly,” Rex replied.

“I’m not that sloppy,” Hart cut in.

“Kriff me, you really are a dickhole,” Gregor said without heat.

“Call me whatever you want,” Hart shrugged. “Doesn’t make me wrong.”

Rex steered the conversation back to the point. “When Hart extracts someone, he sets it up so no one will ever come looking for them. If they were on active duty, they’d go MIA during a battle, or they’d end up listed as killed in action.”

“And then?” Gregor asked.

“Then, nobody would ever see them again,” Nemec said. “So the rumors really are true.”

Gregor glanced back and forth between Rex and Cerra. “How long have you two known about his little operation?”

Rex hesitated, so Cerra replied, her voice coming out in a hoarse croak. “A while.”

Gregor was silent for a moment. “You’ve used him before, haven’t you?”

“Believe me, we wouldn’t have if there’d been any other way,” Rex said.

Gregor waited expectantly, and when none of the three seemed inclined to elaborate, he asked, “Are you going to tell us—”

“No.” Three voices snapped simultaneously.

The commando shrugged. “Worth a try.”

A tense, uncomfortable silence descended. Nobody seemed eager to break it, but inevitably, Rex turned to Cerra.

“I can’t order you to stay,” he said slowly. “But, Cerra, you don’t have to go.”

“It’s the smart move,” she said quietly.

“Banthashit,” Gregor snapped. “Everyone in this garage is either wanted or presumed dead. What makes you think you’re so special that you should be the one to leave?”

Cerra stared at the floor, refusing to meet his eyes. Her stomach churned, and for a moment, she thought she might actually throw up.

“It’s a little harder to fade into the crowd when there aren’t millions of people walking around with the same face as you,” Hart pointed out.

“Are you really going to stand there and pretend you need to sacrifice yourself to protect the rest of us?” Gregor continued inexorably, ignoring Hart’s interruption and stepping closer to Cerra. “We’re soldiers, for kark’s sake. We can take care of ourselves. And there isn’t a clone in this room who’ll agree to this.”

“Gregor—” Cerra began, still refusing to look him in the eyes.

“Ask them!” he exclaimed. “You think Fireball is just going to let you walk away? Nemec? Fuck, Cerra, do you think I’m going to let you go?”

She looked up, and the abrupt motion finally caused her tears to overflow. She inhaled shakily. “I—”

Gregor rested his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. “I know your head is all twisted up because your family rejected you when you needed them most, but we’re not them. We’re not going to turn our backs on you.”

Her chest felt tight; her throat too tense to speak. Her head ached with the effort of holding herself together when the galaxy was falling apart around her.

“Can someone make a Force-damned decision soon?” Hart demanded. “I don’t have all day to stand around watching a holodrama.”

“Leave, then,” Gregor replied, not taking his eyes from Cerra’s. “Nobody here needs you.”

Hart looked impatiently at Rex, who frowned. “It’s her call.”

“The hell it is,” Fireball blurted. “She belongs here.”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Nemec added.

Something deep inside Cerra’s chest cracked and crumbled, and she gave a pained gasp, her eyes darting around the group as she realized something she should have known from the very beginning: she wasn’t alone, and she never had been.

“Well?” Hart asked impatiently.

She turned to him, her gasping desperately as she tried to formulate a response.

“You’re not—” Fireball swallowed hard. “You’re not going with him, are you, Cerra?”

She wiped her tears ruthlessly away with her clenched fist, and at last, she spoke. “No, Fireball. Not today.” 

“Not ever,” Gregor said firmly. 

“Don’t say I didn’t try,” Hart muttered with a resigned expression. He rummaged through his pockets and eventually pulled out a scrap of flimsi, which he handed to Cerra. “If you change your mind.”

She glanced at the card. “A fortune teller?”

Hart nodded shortly. “Ask for Tas. Tell her I sent you. She’ll know what to do.”

Cerra tucked the card into her pocket and finally asked the question that had been bothering her since Hart had shown them the datafile. “Why are you helping me?”

He almost smiled. Almost. “We used to be friends.”

“So this is, what, nostalgia?” she asked. “Seriously, why did you come here? You could have just sent us the datafile. Why risk it?”

He observed her for a moment, considering his words before he replied. “In case you hadn’t noticed, it's a damned time bomb out there. We don’t stand a chance on our own. Kriff, we might not stand a chance together, either. But it’s worth a shot, don’t you think?”

“You want to be allies now?” Rex asked. “After everything?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve put aside our differences for the greater good,” Hart said pointedly. “Look, I don’t expect you to trust me, at least not any time soon. But the time might come when some of you will need to escape the Empire’s attention for good. When it does, you know how to reach me.”

With that, he turned and stalked toward the exit. Rex walked with him, and as they reached the landing platform, he drew a deep breath.

“Spit it out,” Hart ordered.

“How is she?” Rex asked quietly.

Hart froze, then turned to Rex with an icy glare. “She is none of your business any more, and she never will be.”

Rex clenched his jaw and looked away. Hart stared at him for a moment before he sighed and relented.

“She’s fine. She’s… with our mutual friend at the moment.”

Rex’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You mean—”

Hart grunted, mounted his speeder bike, and without another word, he was gone.

Inside the garage, the group relaxed slightly. Howzer and his men milled about somewhat awkwardly, while Fireball and Nemec showed signs of wanting to celebrate Cerra’s return at last. She cast a longing glance toward the refresher, fantasizing about the shower that she still hadn’t gotten, but before she could excuse herself to go get cleaned up, Gregor tugged her behind a stack of crates for privacy. 

He traced his fingertips along her jaw, tilting her head to meet his gaze. “You all right? That was a hell of a welcome home.”

Home. The word echoed in her mind, and she leaned close to Gregor, burying her face into the nook where his neck met his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her and held her in a comforting embrace.

“Your fight isn’t over yet, Cerra Kilian,” he murmured. 

She shook her head slightly. “It’s a big fight, Gregor.”

He kissed the side of her head softly. “Good thing I’m here to watch your back.”

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Next chapter

Thank you so much to @nika6q for the stunning mugshot of Cerra! I appreciate you more than words can say.

[coline7373]

Thirty-One Sons, Thirteen Moons (32728 words) by sual Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Minor or Background Relationship(s), CC-5052 | Bly/Aayla Secura, Riyo Chuchi/CC-1010 | Fox, Boil/Waxer (Star Wars), Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jango Fett, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-1010 | Fox, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: There are so many characters in this I'm not tagging them all bro, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Magic, POV CC-2224 | Cody, CC-2224 | Cody's nickname is Kote, Top CC-2224 | Cody, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Witch Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dual sex Obi-Wan Kenobi, AFAB Terms, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Fluff and Smut, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, Brotherly Love, Mandalorian Clones, Jango Fett is trying his best, Implied Mpreg, Panic Attacks, injury detail Summary: “This can’t keep happening,” Jango says despairingly. He’s said this almost every year for the past twenty-five of them. “Well,” Cody slowly replies, looking down at the squalling baby the witch has left on their doorstep, “what’s one more mouth to feed when you’re already feeding thirty?"   In Cody's latest attempt to sacrifice himself for his family, he finally learns how to want something for himself. Modern AU with magic.

[siltslut]

oh riyo duale we’re really in it now

[podcast-hottie-of-the-week]

Happy Sunday my friends, it's time for our next Podcast Hottie of the Week poll! Our entrants this week: Mia Jasper of Death by Dying, Oliver Banks of The Magnus Archives, Riyo Duale of I Am In Eskew, and Lup of The Adventure Zone!

And don't forget, our submissions are always open! If you have a character you'd like to see in future contests, please send them our way!

[boombox-fuckboy]

"Send me a podcast character and I'll tell you if I think I could take them in a fight" I'm sorry I can't just send one! Doug Eiffel - Wolf 359 Riyo - I am in Eskew James Stallion - Fawx and Stallion Julia Wilde - Tell No Tales

Doug Eiffel - Yes

Riyo Duale - No

James Stallion - Yes (but not without collateral damage)

Julia Wilde - Solid Maybe

[momojedi]

— WATER GUNS: CHARACTER OVERVIEW ❝ i don't wanna have to play with real blood. ❞

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type. character overview note. these are just some of the story's main cast, but I haven't fully developed the rest yet, so I decided to drop this now ! I'd be super happy to hear what you think! warnings. canon-typical violence

star wars masterlist

JEDI ORDER Mo Mynx Mo is a human Jedi originating from Coruscant who studied under Codral Imi before he was killed along with his present men from the 452nd legion in a crash on Abafar, leaving Mo the only survivor, helplessly waiting for someone to find him. Mo is later reassigned to train under Jedi Master Shaak Ti on Kamino. Weapon: double-bladed lightsaber, yellow Sari Su Sari is a pantoran Jedi with a cheerful personality and a bright smile. She has a thick accent based on her homeworld's dialect and sometimes stumbles over her words because of it. Sari is trained by the Jedi Master Taudna Sillem and is a great admirer of Senator Riyo Chuchi, having had the honour to meet her a few times already. Weapon: single-bladed lightsaber, purple Kimea Orneem Having the honour to be trained by the legendary Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kimea takes her job as a Jedi and Commander of the 212th very seriously, which often leaves her with a great headache when she sees her fellow padawan goofing around or taking things too lightly. Working with the 501st from time to time, the Aldeeranian gets along fairly well with fellow padawan Ahsoka Tano and enjoys spending time with her between missions, along with Cime Dafollah. Weapon: dual-wield lightsabers, cyan Atesa Nush Originating from Arkania, Atesa is one of the few younglings that still slightly remembers her family. Despite her duty and destiny as a Jedi, Atesa still deeply desires returning to Arkania to meet her family again. Studying under the Jedi Knight Knaspeer Lug, she usually works at the Archives in Coruscant and spends most of her time studying and reading. Weapon: single-bladed lightsaber, white Nurifi Egaserr Nicknamed "Nuri", Nurifi is a free spirit, often found daydreaming or following her own rules instead of decently listening to her master's orders, which often leads to her getting into trouble with the Council or being lectured by her master. Being one of the youngest padawans, Nurifi sometimes struggles with her feelings and emotions and is still learning how to properly deal with them. Nurifi is the padawan of Jedi Master Plo Koon and with that also the commander of the 104th about whom she tends to complain and wail to Atesa when they get together between missions. Weapon: single-bladed lightsaber, blue Cime Dafollah Soft-spoken and well-behaved, the beautiful Togruta is generally a rather quiet and sweet girl, leaving the people she meets all over the galaxy swooning over her. After having been put on sick leave for two months now, Cime usually helps out Master Yoda with the Younglings' training as well as babysitting the little ones in the nursery and overseeing their health and development. She usually joins Ahsoka Tano and Kimea Orneem when they stop by at the Temple, relishing in the exciting battlefield stories the two have to offer. She truly can't wait to join her master on missions again once she's recovered from the mysterious sickness. Weapon: double-bladed lightsaber, orange